“Are you here to ask for an apology for your girlfriend?” Quincy wiped all expression from his face.
The former running back used to do the same thing before lining up against their opponent’s defense. Quincy didn’t believe in giving anything away. So how had Ramona known Quincy had had a crush on her? Was it true or was Ramona speculating?
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
A flicker of surprise blinked across Quincy’s rugged features before he masked it. “If you aren’t here for an apology, what do you want?”
“Is it true you’ve been in love with Ramona since high school?”
Quincy’s stunned silence was all the confirmation Ean needed. How could I not have known?
“Who told you that?” Quincy’s voice was tight.
“She did.”
Quincy squeezed his eyes shut. “And who told her?” Every word seemed forced from his lips.
Ean stood, pushing his hands into the front pockets of his gray jeans. “She figured it out.”
Surprise, confusion and hurt crossed Quincy’s face. “Great.”
“Is that why you’ve been pissed since I came home?”
Quincy paced across the room, stopping in the archway between the living room and the dining area, with his back toward Ean. “I thought you were going to reconcile.”
“Q, why didn’t you make your move when Ramona returned six years ago?”
Quincy spun to face him. “Oh, so you think I’d have a clear shot, once the great Ean Fever removed himself from the running? Thanks for your permission.”
“Man, she broke up with me.” Why did people keep forgetting that?
“And now you’re back.”
“But Ramona and I aren’t together.”
Quincy rubbed a palm across his broad, dark forehead. “Not because she isn’t trying.”
“What have you been doing to win her over?”
Quincy threw his hands up. “What could I do? I can’t compete with you. Besides, you said she knows I’m attracted to her. Well, she never said anything to me. Obviously, she’s not interested.”
Ean rubbed the back of his neck. “So instead of even trying, you’re just going to blame me for your failed love life and end our friendship.”
Quincy looked away. “I’m done with living in your shadow.”
Ean’s eyes stretched wide. “What are you talking about?”
Quincy returned his glare to Ean. “You think you won those high school football championships by yourself? You weren’t the only player on the field.”
“We were the Terrible Trio. No one ever singled me out.”
“You were the star quarterback. Everyone wanted to interview you. All the girls wanted to go out with you. Everyone’s parents wanted their sons to be like you.”
The accusations were so absurd they made Ean’s head hurt. “That’s not the way I remember it.”
Quincy quirked a brow. “Then you’re remembering it wrong. Ask Darius.”
That scared him. Did Darius harbor the same resentments toward him that Quincy had? It didn’t seem that way.